Kill The Pig. Cut Her Throat. Spill

Beethoven For Listening; Liszt, Chopin, And Beethoven For Playing As Well As Bach And Prokofiev And So On. If I Kept Going, This List Would Spiral. It's As Wide As Literature; In Fact, It Is Probably Wider.

I'm Scared Of Him," Said Piggy, "and That's Why I Know Him. If You're Scared Of Someone You Hate Him But You Can't Stop Thinking About Him. You Kid Yourself He's All Right Really, An' Then When You See Him Again; It's Like Asthma An' You Can't Breathe.

At The Moment Of Vision, The Eyes See Nothing.

What Could Be Safer Than The Bus Center With Its Lamps And Wheels?

The Candle-buds Opened Their Wide White Flowers....their Scent Spilled Out Into The Air And Took Possession Of The Island.